During the day on the 1st, Tyrande was busy greeting leaders from various countries. Thanks to the Battle of Mount Hyjal and Duke's relationship, the meetings were quite harmonious.
Of course, the outcome will be decided at a private gathering in the evening.
At 10 o'clock in the evening, Tyrande arrived at the state guesthouse of Sin'dorei under the escort of the sentinels.
Along the way, not only were there sentries every three steps and every five steps, there were also teams of elite guards patrolling, and there were also large three-dimensional protective magic circles set up by Sin'dorei arcanists. The security was so strict that it was simply astonishing.
Seeing the guards' serious and nervous expressions, Melander subconsciously thought that this was an important meeting concerning the survival of the world. Seeing the high priest Tyrande, whom she worshipped, looking relaxed, holding a thin package in her left hand, and humming a song to the appointment, Melander finally couldn't help it.
"Sister! Is it really okay to be so casual?"
As members of the Sisterhood of Elune, this is how older and higher-ranking priests are addressed.
Tyrande smiled and said, "It's okay, sister. I really just went there to build relationships. The tight guards are just a trick to deceive outsiders."
Really?
Tyrande's nonchalant demeanor was totally out of tune with the solemn atmosphere at the scene.
Led by the blood elf paladin leader Liadrin, who was dressed in casual clothes, Tyrande and her party finally arrived at the basement of the state guesthouse.
In such a secluded place?
Could it be a trap?
Melander couldn't help swallowing his saliva - what kind of fierce verbal battle was waiting ahead?
At the door, the stern-faced female guards opened the door.
The heavy door creaked open!
Sudden!
An unimaginable wave of sound came towards me.
"Catch her! Don't let her get away!" the voice cackled.
"Woo woo! You sisters are bullying me!" The female voice sounded aggrieved.
"Jaina, no magic!" someone complained.
"Then Vereesa, please put away your rubber arrows first!" someone protested.
Melander recognized every voice.
But Melander didn't dare to confirm any of the voices.
The next second, a slender figure with disheveled clothes turned through the tall and opaque entrance and rushed to the door.
Melander was stunned, because that person was the famous Lord of Theramore, Queen Jaina Proudmoore of Kul Tiras!
The problem is that now Jaina is wearing a mercury-colored bra on her upper body and a translucent light blue nightgown and mercury-colored panties on her lower body.
"Sister Tyrande! Come quickly! The Windrunner sisters are bullying us! Let's do three on three!" Jaina hurriedly grabbed Tyrande's hand.
In the blink of an eye, a white pillow flew out of nowhere and hit Jaina on the head.
Jaina suddenly made a whimpering sound like some small animal.
"Woo——"
Then the stitching of the pillow seemed to come undone, and the snow-white velvet inside flew all over the floor.
"Okay! I'll join the battle!" Tyrande smiled as she took off her clothes, revealing her body that Melander thought was perfect no matter how many times she looked at it, and put on a moon-white nightgown in front of Melander.
Tyrande, who always looked holy and noble, turned around and gave her confidant a reproachful look: "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a pajama party or a pillow fight?"
Melander was stunned: "Sister, this is..."
"It's a custom passed down from humans!" Tyrande chuckled and threw a pillow back at him without hesitation. This time it was Vereesa's turn to hold her head and sob.
It is difficult to describe Melander's current embarrassing appearance.
But this... should be considered a good thing!
"Sister, have fun!" Melander said almost subconsciously.
"Yes, I will! Come pick me up at dawn." After saying that, Tyrande threw another pillow that could turn and hit Sylvanas who was dodging quickly.
The heavy door slowly closed.
Melander, who seemed to have just seen a new world, stood there stupidly for a long time before asking Liadrin beside him, "Does the queen of your alliance like to play like this?"
Liadrin put her hands on her hips and sighed, "Of course not. This is a small circle you don't know about. Anyway, poor Queen Calia has been waiting for twenty years but couldn't get in."
Melander was confused for a moment.
No matter what, Melander was still happy for Tyrande. As someone close to her, she knew too well how Tyrande had spent the past ten thousand years. Politically, she had to exile her fellow high elves and face the provocation of Fandral, but privately she rejected the Stormrage brothers because of what happened that year.
Although Tyrande's face was always full of tenderness and kindness, she was never happy in her heart.
It's been a long, long time since I saw her happy.
What happened to Tyrande? Why did she suddenly change after a trip to the Spring Lake?
She didn't know that Duke, the key figure in the incident, was about to vomit from drinking.
"Damn it, I shouldn't have taught those damn dwarves how to distill liquor!" Duke, with drunken eyes, was looking at the four dwarf kings lying dead on the floor in the lobby of the Ironforge State Guesthouse: Magni, Kurdran, Gelbin, and Brian. Duke got angry.
The boss was drunk, so naturally someone had to clean up the mess. The guards of the Ironforge Chamber of Secrets came in and dragged the boss away without any surprise.
Duke had his maid to save the situation.
"Master! According to what you said, you are asking for trouble!" Vanessa said venomously.
"Uh, take me back to the Storm State Hotel!"
"Alleria and the others are having a pajama party." Vanessa deliberately provoked Duke.
Duke imagined it, well, that would be a delicious scene that would be worthy of the title of "Killing the Virgin". But not now.
Magni, that bastard, saw that one type of alcohol couldn't determine the winner, so he mixed the alcohol and Duke won miserably. Those vodka-like things were mixed with some kind of bubbly drink, and the alcohol smell rushed straight to the head as soon as the drink went down the stomach.
Even though Duke has been running the magic circuit at full strength and asked the system elves to help control the detoxification of his body, his combat effectiveness is still reduced by more than half!
Letting Duke go there now would be like sending himself to death.
Duke shook his head like a rattle: "Be good! Listen and take me back to the hotel!"
"Okay, okay!" Vanessa agreed, but where Duke didn't notice, Vanessa showed a triumphant smile.
Duke was drowsy. He went to the bathroom to vomit, then asked Vanessa to wipe his body and fell on the bed like a dead dog.
"System AI, except for the guys on the safe list, if anyone else comes near, I will wake me up even if you use electric shock."
"Understood! Please rest assured, host!"